Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Memorial weekend is the kickoff to summer but for many of us it still feels like early Spring! We've had lots of rainy afternoons and chilly evenings with a blanket of clouds, which for me is the perfect soup weather. So I've been making it!

I thought I'd share one of my favorites: Chicken Tortilla Soup made with cumin and lime and green chiles and avocado to give it that great, green, Mexican flavor. I love it! It's a "Tortilla Soup," but truth be told I usually skip the tortilla strips. However, my girls love dipping chips in the broth.

This soup is healthy and filling and simple to prepare so if you're are looking for something to bridge the summer weather this is for you!

Monday, May 18, 2015

I sewed this dress last year and May is the perfect time to wear it and share it, in keeping with Me Made May (#MMMay2015 #MeMadeMay2015), which is all about wearing more of the things we sew for ourselves. I wore this dress to church yesterday and I think this style would be great to wear to a wedding or summer bridal shower too. I sewed it with New Look pattern 6827, which appears to be out of print. I have always loved the empire waist line because I think it's really flattering and combined with a maxi length, creates the illusion of a taller me. At least that's my hope!

I made another version of this dress years and years ago in a black linen, which is such a classic look. This time I chose this vibrant fuchsia pink and orange (one of my favorite color combinations!) animal print linen. I purchased this fabric at Jo-Ann last year and it doesn't look like it's available any longer, but they have some other great solid colors and prints right now.

I am not big on accessorizing most of the time but I felt like this dress needed something to I shopped the bead aisle and Jo-Ann and threw together this necklace. If you look closely you'll see beading is not really my thing! I should figure out a better way to re-construct this...

This dress is so easy to wear. I lined it with a lightweight cotton so I don't have to worry about it being sheer, and the linen/cotton combination is nice and cool in the summer. The fit of the bodice isn't very close to perfect, and of course I was super compulsive about sewing this when I did, so I didn't make a muslin first. I'm going to make some adjustments if I sew another one. I'm actually in the process of making my own slopers right now so that I have the information I need to sew a perfect fit everytime. Dreamy, right?!

I'm hoping there are more sewn dresses in my future.

I think Scarlett in the Vintage Zoo Dress I sewed for Audrey years ago is a nice complement to my new dress. That Zoo Dress is one of my favorite projects--I love the zoo fabric and the combination of corals and reds. I'm so glad she likes to wear it.

Thanks to Audrey for taking these pictures. I think she prefers that side of the lens. Can't say I blame her.

We're more than half way through May. Are you wearing "me-made"? I need to add some more to my wardrobe in order to wear it! Hoping to sew one or two things before the month is out.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Before I was your mother, Loves, I had a mother. You would have adored her. She would have eaten you up! We would have had to say, “Stop! Please! You love us too much!” But we wouldn’t have, of course. We would have enjoyed it—there’s no such thing as too much.

She would have been a grandmother like none other. Well, like her grandmother, actually, from what she told me. I knew this about her. It’s just that, it wasn’t until I lost her that I realized how completely she was a mother. By this I mean a mother was what she aspired to be. All she aspired to be. It was the sum of her hopes and dreams. It was her dream come true.

I can tell by your wide eyes that you find this interesting, but also, curious. Why am I telling you this? I know, this description wouldn't have been all that interesting to me either while my mother was still organizing our family gatherings, kicking off yet another tradition, and calling to check on me when I was too busy to talk. But, now that she is gone I realize what it meant.

My mother wasn’t conflicted about her role. My mother was educated, she worked part of the time and she even successfully launched a new career in her fifties. A fifty-something drug rep, with silver white hair, competing with all those twenty-something blondes and beating her sales goals. She was something! She was good at whatever she did away from home, but her passion was being a mother. And more importantly, she didn’t care to be defined differently. If she enjoyed recognition from her colleagues or friends or community she was happiest if it had to do with her homemaking.

I remember when I was nine following her shyly through our house as she gave a tour to friends who had asked to see it. They were impressed by the hardwood floors she had refinished with my father, and the curtains she had sewn, and they oooed and ahhhed at my younger sisters’ bedroom. It was a Raggedy Ann and Andy theme. She made life-sized dolls, and a ceiling swing for the dolls to sit in, matching twin bedspreads and pillows. She was a good cook too--the best cook in their dinner group they would say. And she was the kind of grandmother who would get down on the floor to play with her grandchildren. I remember her about six weeks before she died, laughing and barking under the table. On all fours under the table! And she was on oxygen. When we were finally brave enough to talk about what was coming, she told me she had one regret: that she’d only been a grandmother for eight years. It was too short.

Sometimes I hear her voice in mine when I am singing. I
remember my mother saying once when my sisters and I sang with her, that we all the same voice. She was teary about it because she thought it was beautiful and
I think I rolled my eyes. But the realization keeps coming, as I decorate your
bedrooms, and cook for your aunts and uncles and cousins, and sew your Easter
dresses, and cry easily, and feel this overwhelming compulsive need to nurture our
family. I am in most ways my mother’s daughter. And you are my daughters, which
is why I am telling you this. Because you will push against what makes me me
and her her, or you will embody it. Or maybe you will find something
in-between. You are so young; it is too early to tell. But I want you to know and
try to remember what has made me the happiest. Because for you--for women, and
mothers especially--value and identity seem to keep getting trickier.

While your little sister napped this afternoon I asked you
two what you thought I did before I was your mother. “I don’t know. Sewed… typed
on the computer… Kissed daddy.…” You are right. I did all of that. But I did
more. It’s so funny that you have no idea of my life before I was your mother,
but it is perfect too. That’s how it should be. But you will learn that, unlike
my mother, who left college to marry my father and had me when she was barely
past twenty, I graduated and had a career before I even dated your father. I
was an overachiever, a teacher’s pet. If there were honors to be handed out I
usually received one. I went to an East Coast women’s college where the
environment was designed to help me become a woman who could change the world.
Many of the graduates have. But I never wanted to change the world. Somebody
needs to. But I can’t think on that scale. I just want to focus on you three
little people and your father. And so all that education didn’t necessarily
help me become what I truly wanted to be.

I fell into advertising and was able to earn a lot of money
working on technologies that might change the world, even if I didn’t. I
presented marketing recommendations to rooms full of executives. It was fun. I
felt valued. I might have run the office, but I switched to part time work when I had you. I remember sitting
in my office after a great client meeting, feeling competent, successful, and
seeing a picture of you, and thinking, “That was great, but I choose you. I
choose you!”

I decided to stay home full-time when your little sister was
born. Years before I became a mother I had been learning to knit and crochet
baby hats, and was buying matching sweaters in three sizes and making detailed activity
plans for family home evenings we would have once you arrived. At book club I had
been envious of all the stay-at-home mothers—their days sounded much better
than mine, even if I did get to travel and eat at nice restaurants. I wanted to
drive in a preschool carpool too.

Maybe I love this so much because I had to wait for it for
so long. But I was still a little bit embarrassed when I told some people I was
quitting. I know generations of women fought so that you and I could be
educated and have careers. And sometimes I thought my identity as “working-professional-turned-mom” might precede me as I dropped you off at preschool,
and showed up for the first grade Halloween parade, and took my turn hosting a
playdate. That those work accomplishments would somehow lend me more
legitimacy, more value, than that of being a stay-at-home-mom. But people know me now as
your mother, and surprisingly, being your mother is enough. It doesn’t need to be more than
that. There are all sorts of left-brained justifications for staying home with
you, but I want you to know that being your mother is also what inspires me. You
are my muses. Everything I love to do, I can do for you, or with you, and teach you to do too!

I used to have a fantasy about driving home a fancy
convertible for your father as birthday surprise. I thought it would be so
great to be able to afford that gift. But then I rode a bike with him on a Sun
Valley trail with two of you in tow and I realized that was the better dream,
and it was real! Sure, some days I wonder what I’m accomplishing and so I have
to detail my activities to your father in case he wonders too: “I unloaded the
dishwasher, and then I took Scarlett to preschool, and then I went to Costco,
and picked up Scarlett, put Tess down for a nap, and by the time I had things
put away it was time for Audrey to come home…” And I still get frustrated,
because I didn’t become a different person when I decided to do this full time.
I am still overcommitted with homemaking and housekeeping things, and task
oriented, and deadline driven—always trying to pull off the impossible by
squeezing in one more project before we leave town. And it’s true, I am a
“bloggy” as you and your father call it, because I fell the need to record what I am
sewing or knitting, or cooking, and, yes, it’s nice if someone else gives me a
pat on my back.

But I think what I am learning as your mother, as we try to keep
improving our rhythm of school, and picking up, and playing and eating, and
loving, while things keep changing, is a lot more important than what I was
learning while developing new marketing messaging or earning a raise. And even
if every day doesn't involve a spontaneous field trip, or end with a creative
art project, I am so glad I am the one who gets to argue with you about what
you are wearing every morning, and make your lunches, and pick you up from
school, and read to you from Little House
on the Prairie. I’ve realized being there for all the ordinary things adds
up to being there. And that means a lot. I would hate to miss any of it. I am
not waiting for you to be a bit older so I can get back to what I really enjoy
doing. I am happy, doing this.

When I asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” you
answered, “a vet” and “a marshmallow.” A marshmallow? But, who wants to be a mom?
“Ummm, kind of.” I hope you will get to be
whatever you dream of being. Go to school as long as you can, and work in an
interesting job. Travel. Be brave. Be interesting. Be you. Maybe one of you
will change the world. But whatever you do, I hope you will make time to be at
home with your children, too. And I hope you will feel passionate about things you can do from home so that
when you make the choice to be mothers there will be plenty to keep you
interested, and busy and happy. Bring enough experience home that you don’t
feel like you are leaving your true self somewhere else. Because whatever you
become as women you can be as mothers too. If you are detail-oriented, or creative,
or handy, or funny, or a great researcher, that will make you a better mother
too. I can’t wait to see it.

But what do you think I’ll do when you grow up? “Help us
with our kids,” you say. I sure hope so. I choose that!

****

This essay was written a few years ago for an ebook compilation on motherhood and identity. The ebook wasn't published so I am free to share it here. As I re-read it I think about what I would say now about the way I view being a mother, since different things take a front seat at different times. And I feel the need to add a disclaimer about this being my individual view and experience and not an admonition. But rather than "update" this, or offer a bunch of caveats, I think I'll leave it for what it is, and wish you all a Happy Mother's Day. In church somebody commented that Eve was called The Mother of All Living before she even conceived children. All women have motherhood in our makeup. It is our potential and our destiny, whether we are birth mothers or not. I am so grateful to all the women who have mothered me and my children. Their wisdom, encouragement and love have made all the difference!

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

I saw this fabric at Jo-Ann in their red tag section last summer and fell for it immediately! I love the saturated colors and the trendy green. It's a silky fabric of unknown content and manufacture, but it feels great and hangs nicely. I was excited about sewing something for myself with it, but as you know, sewing for myself is a rarity.

Luckily this year's SNAP! Conference (#snapconf) had a "Garden Party" on the agenda, and hosted by Jo-Ann! It begged for a new dress in this garden party floral. What could be more perfect?

I wanted to use every inch of this fabric and so I combed through my pattern stash to find the perfect one. I landed on one I've sewn before: Butterick 5320, by Suzy Chin.

I sewed this pattern in grey linen for a wedding I attended a few year's ago and liked the way it fit, though would have preferred a fabric with more drape. This green floral is it! Just as I did before, I changed the cap sleeves to set in sleeves, and added more length. This time I added 20"! I wanted a dress that brushed the tops of my feet.

Friends, this dress is so much fun to wear!

It flows, it drapes, it swishes.... I lined it with a silky purple knit fabric I found in another clearance section. It's fun to have the purple peeking out and the fabric feels great too.

And wouldn't you know it, it's a great thing to share for Me Made May! I've loved seeing what others have sewn, are sewing, and are wearing this month (#MMMay15 and #MeMadeMay15) and I'm inspired to sew for myself more this month and wear more of what I've sewn. You can follow along on my Instagram feed. Maybe I'll even share a few more things here. Hooray for May!